The Egg of Columbus

There was a time you were trapped in a box canyon, no way out, escape impossible, UNTIL… ********** Life is full of box canyons. How easily we’re lured into their labyrinthine lairs. We stumble in circles, groping like the blind for the exit, any exit. We bounce from pillar to post, hopelessly hemmed in, staggering …

Staying in the Game

Competition is brutal, mano a mano. The stakes are high. Only the strong survive. Think twice if you’re trying to stay in the game. ********** Born again, the mantra of America. A rebirth every minute for somebody, a company, a new name, a new game. Something dies, something new is born. There is no void …

Spirit of Rebellion

The War of Independence was an unfair matchup. England, population 6.4 million, a military of 2.4 million and an awesome armada, versus The Colonies, about 2.5 million farmers and colonists. No Las Vegas bookie would have bet on America. But God did. ********** There’s a rebellious streak in youth. It’s a natural tendency. It’s born …

Mosaic of Summer Memories

Summer announces itself in many ways. Our memories have stored the sights, sounds and scents of the season from days of youth, which is maybe the best way to think of summer. ********** It’s early morning when I open the car door at Dr. Greene’s office. I’m here for a fasting blood test to determine, …

The Last Parking Space

The most precious and coveted parcel of real estate in an asphalt-paved world is a 10’ x 15’ parking space, especially if it’s the last one open. ********** It’s Memorial Day weekend. The parking lot is a teeming mosh-pit of irritable shoppers. Common courtesy, like yesterday’s chewed bubble gum, lies melting on the scorching pavement. …

Boiling a Frog

“O, hypocrites, you can discern the face of the sky; but can you not discern the signs of the times?”   Matthew 16:3 ********** Reading is dangerous. It exhumes thoughts, disturbing thoughts, thoughts that poke us, voices that whisper, images of smiling frogs being boiled, signs that expose culture’s addictive character. Can we change our …

Where Have All the Heroes Gone?

Be careful of the pedestal you erect if you’re the hero of your own story. Anonymous ********** Our screened porch overlooks the pool and two small gardens. It’s a pleasant place to watch the birds elbow for position on the feeder and listen to their chorale, especially early morning, when mental initiative sleeps in. Suddenly …